Complete Project Gutenberg Works of George Meredith eBook

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Complete Project Gutenberg Works of George Meredith eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 10,116 pages of information about Complete Project Gutenberg Works of George Meredith.
zat washed ze blood of ze terrible assassination.  So goes out a voice, possibly!  Divine, you say?  We are a machine.  Now, you behold, she has faints.  It may happen at my concert where she sings to-morrow night.  You saw me in my carriage speaking to a man.  He is my spy—­my dog wiz a nose.  I have set him upon a woman.  If zat woman has a plot for to-morrow night to spoil my concert, she shall not know where she shall wake to-morrow morning after.  Ha! here is military music—­twenty sossand doors jam on horrid hinge; and right, left, right, left, to it, confound! like dolls all wiz one face.  Look at your soldiers, Powys.  Put zem on a stage, and you see all background people—­a bawling chorus.  It shows to you how superior it is—­a stage to life!  Hark to such music!  I cannot stand it; I am driven away; I am violent; I rage.”

Pericles howled the name of his place of residence, with an offer of lodgings in it, and was carried off writhing his body as he passed a fine military marching band.

The figure of old Agostino Balderini stood in front of Merthyr.  They exchanged greetings.  At the mention of Rome, Agostino frowned impatiently.  He spoke of Vittoria in two or three short exclamations, and was about to speak of Carlo, but checked his tongue.  “Judge for yourself.  Come, and see, and approve, if you can.  Will you come?  There’s a meeting; there’s to be a resolution.  Question—­Shall we second the King of Sardinia, Piedmont, and Savoy?  If so, let us set this pumpkin, called Milan, on its legs.  I shall be an attentive listener like you, my friend.  I speak no more.”

Merthyr went with him to the house of a carpenter, where in one of the uppermost chambers communicating with the roof, Ugo Corte, Marco Sana, Giulio Bandinelli, and others, sat waiting for the arrival of Carlo Ammiani; when he came Carlo had to bear with the looks of mastiffs for being late.  He shook Merthyr’s hand hurriedly, and as soon as the door was fastened, began to speak.  His first sentence brought a grunt of derision from Ugo Corte.  It declared that there was no hope of a rising in Milan.  Carlo swung round upon the Bergamasc.  “Observe our leader,” Agostino whispered to Merthyr; “it would be kindness to give him a duel.”  More than one tumult of outcries had to be stilled before Merthyr gathered any notion of the designs of the persons present.  Bergamasc sneered at Brescian, and both united in contempt of the Milanese, who, having a burden on their minds, appealed at once to their individual willingness to use the sword in vindication of Milan against its traducers.  By a great effort, Carlo got some self-mastery.  He admitted, colouring horribly, that Brescia and Bergamo were ready, and Milan was not; therefore those noble cities (he read excerpts from letters showing their readiness) were to take the lead, and thither on the morrow-night he would go, let the tidings from the king’s army be what they might.

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